Poems by Michael Rosen
The Selvage
... the bitter wind (some settled on the ice) and just ...
With Emma at the Ladies-Only Swimming Pond on Hampstead Heath
... In payment for those mornings at the mirror while, ...
An Arbor
... s. Jason is one but last saw light five months ago ...
Sostenuto
... In the third age, says the story, they ...
Ex Machina
... ve heard of tornadoes that break the second-best glassware ...
Getting and Spending
... all the thick-laid, lovely, in-your-face-and-nostrils stuff ...
The Weavers
... you’d never mistake the blues for red, so these two, ...
Pajama Quotient
... ?with what to most of us was Greek but was ...
Spring Snow
... I think I'll call this mercy too ...
Saints’ Logic
... Her gown would be stiff with embroidery whatever ...
Like New
... Except for the traffic, the wrong parts of Baltimore ...
Maudlin; Or, The Magdalen’s Tears
... the hand of the painter, who sees in the flame ...
Noah’s Wife
... in the nothing, a sort of mistake that amplified, the ...
The Three-Legged Dog at the Heart of Our Home
... you’ve apples on a cherry tree, delicious domestic freaks ...
Eyes Like Leeks
... As if, the adolescents mouth wherever California spills ...
